BookSkater: Unfolding Desires

Thursday, September 10, 2015

•·.·´ Release Blitz & Giveaway ~ Unfolding Desires by Kristy Love `·.·•

Title: Unfolding Desires (Undone #3)

Author: Kristy Love

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 10, 2015

Synopsis

I’d been hurt. But then again, what girl hasn’t?

I wouldn’t let myself fall again.
I was smarter than that.
Used them before they used me—live the way I wanted.
No man was worth a broken heart.

David seemed the perfect match for me.
He scared me and thrilled me.
Tested me and saved me.

But bad habits were hard to break.

Love wasn’t worth the fall.

* * *

Roxie stormed into my life, demanded my attention.

She’d built thick walls around her heart.
I needed to demolish them and claim her.
She fought me at every turn—refused to be tamed.
I wanted her to be mine.

The course of my life changed.
I made selfish decisions.
Lost my way.

I couldn’t hold onto her.

My mistakes haunted me.

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Excerpt

I pulled up outside of my boyfriend’s house . . . No, he was my fiancé now. I pulled up outside my fiancé’s house and looked down at the ring on my left ring finger. It was a simple yet beautiful engagement ring, but it was fitting. Our love was a simple.

Robert and I had been dating for three years, but we’d been best friends since fifth grade. He moved to our town and we just clicked. Immediately. It didn’t become romantic until the sum- mer before our junior year of high school. He kissed me and asked me if I’d go out with him. It was so sweet and unexpect- ed. I’d dated some, mostly casual dates, but Robert never dated. Anyone.

Maybe he’d always been waiting for me.

We were even more inseparable after that. He was my sup- port system when my sister, Cassie, was banished from our fam- ily. He helped me sneak out of my house when things were real- ly bad and my dad’s temper flared.

He was always there.
He was my constant.
And now he would be my husband.

Normally, Robert was super cautious; he had a one-year plan all the way through a ten-year plan. He was attending college up in Maryland, yet he came home every other weekend to see me. I assumed if marriage was in our future, an engagement would happen nearer to when we were both done with school.

I was still deciding what to do with my life and taking class- es locally until I figured it out. My parents weren’t happy that I was in my second year of school and still going to community college. But I had no idea what I wanted.

Other than getting out of my house. That was what I wanted more than anything.

When he knelt down and proposed to me on the dock, sur- rounded by pink rose petals, I thought I’d melt. I wasn’t normal- ly the type of girl who liked romantic gestures, but romance was in Robert’s bones. He was always surprising me with flowers or chocolates. He even surprised me by taking me shopping. Most boys didn’t like shopping, but not Robert. He was as into it as I was.I loved him so much. Sometimes, though, it felt as though our love was comfortable . . . simple . . . not vivid. But then I thought of how much I loved him, how he’d always been there for me, how he picked me up after my sister left. That’d be enough.

I climbed out of the car and shut the door. I walked toward his sidewalk and paused for a second. There was a bright red hatchback in his driveway. His parents were out of town this weekend, so it wouldn’t be one of their friends. I shook off my curiosity and hurried toward the door. My parents were thrilled about our engagement and wanted to go to dinner tonight to celebrate.

Okay, my mom was excited and wanted to go to dinner. I hadn’t heard from my dad, which wasn’t unusual. I had tried to get in touch with Robert for the past couple of hours and he didn’t answer, so I decided to stop over after I was ready. I wore my red dress, which was his favorite on me. I had on black heels that made me just a little taller than him, but he didn’t mind.

I opened the front door. I’d been coming here for most of my life and Robert’s parents considered me family. I’d been just walking in forever.

“Robert?” I called, peeking my head around the door. “You here?”

I heard a deep, masculine grunt. My heart pounded, won- dering what was going on. I stepped inside and pushed the door closed behind me. A balled up shirt on the floor caught my eye. My brows furrowed as I walked over and picked up the baby blue polo—the one Robert wore earlier when he proposed. Another article of clothing at the entrance to the hallway caught my eye. A pair of jeans, faded with rips in them.

Definitely not Robert’s. He’d never wear something so trashed.

I picked those jeans up and clutched the two articles of cloth- ing to my chest as if they were a shield.

I had a feeling I’d need it.

As I picked my way down the clothing-littered hallway, I heard a rhythmic creaking. My hands shook and my heart pounded in my throat.

What the fuck was going on?

Robert’s door was cracked open and the noises were defi- nitely coming from there. My stomach turned and rolled and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to discover what was behind that door.

At the same time, I couldn’t stop my feet from propelling me forward, craning my neck to peer through the small opening, clothes still pressed to my heart.

How was it that my heart was already breaking?

“Fuck,” Robert moaned. The word grated me. Robert never swore, at least not with me. He didn’t like it. He thought it was crass. A painful lump formed in my throat.

Whatever was behind this door . . . it was going to change everything. I already felt my life collapsing around me, turning upside down. My stomach was in knots and I felt as though I was about to be sick.

I reached forward, nudging the door open inch by inch. The scene in front of me unfolded slowly.

I couldn’t stop the sob from exploding up my throat.

The thrusting and moving limbs in front of me stopped. Cold. Robert cursed under his breath and scrambled.

About The Author

From the time she was old enough to form words into sentences, Kristy Love has been writing stories. She attended La Roche College and graduated with a Bachelor's Degree in Professional Writing. When she's not writing, Kristy can be found with her nose stuck in a book or spending time with her family and friends.

She lives with her husband and two girls in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

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Friday, August 21, 2015

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Title: Unfolding Desires (Undone #3)

Author: Kristy Love

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 10, 2015

Synopsis

I’d been hurt. But then again, what girl hasn’t?

Excerpt

I scanned the crowd hugging the bar as I moved that way. There seemed to be mostly couples with only a few single guys, though none caught my interest. My eyes fell on a guy sitting by himself at the far end, facing me.

I drank him in slowly as I made my way over. He wore a gray suit with a red tie and filled the suit out perfectly. His hair was slightly curly, though he had it well contained. I wanted to run my fingers through it. Dark stubble dusted his chin. I knew it would feel delicious running against my skin. Everything about him from a distance was unbelievably sexy.

Then I got close enough to notice his eyes, and they were a piercing blue. Bedroom eyes, as though he were in the throes of passion. He flicked them toward me before he turned his attention back to the rum in front of him, and it seemed he looked right through me.

He was, undeniably, the sexiest man I’d ever seen, especially here at Trinity. He looked like a model, fresh from the pages of a magazine. I ordered another Sex on the Beach and his eyes lifted to meet mine again and he smirked, though only one side of his mouth came up.

I needed him tonight. He was the perfect distraction to make me forget my shitty day.

“What?” I asked as I wrapped my lips around my straw. His eyes dropped briefly to my mouth before coming back up to meet my eyes.

“Sex on the Beach? I didn’t think anyone actually drank those.” My heart skipped a beat. His voice was deep and smooth. And he had a British accent. Dear God. Accents were my weakness. It didn’t matter what kind of accent it was. There was just something about them that made me weak in the knees. Desire coursed through me. He was one sexy motherfucker. Hopefully, he’d be with me tonight.

I hummed with my lips still around the straw. His eyes dropped to my lips again and stayed there. I licked my lower lip before talking, enjoying this game. “I normally don’t, but I wanted something… tasty tonight.”

His eyes scanned my body, making me glad I wore my new red dress that hugged me in all the right places. It gave a promise of cleavage I most definitely wanted to deliver on. “Tasty,” he mused.

“Mmm hmm.” I slipped the straw between my lips again and sipped. He rewarded me with the sexy half smirk. “What brings you in to Trinity tonight?”

“I had a meeting next door and needed a drink afterwards.”

I turned so my body faced him and moved nearer until his warm breath fanned my cheek. I could hear him just fine over the music, but I wanted to be closer, so he knew exactly what I had in mind. I let the front of my body brush against his. “Was it a tough meeting?” Innuendo and desire dripped off my words. I wanted him in bed. Badly. More than any man I’d ever bedded before. I just knew he would live up to the promise in his eyes.

“You could say that.” He threw back the rest of his rum and signaled for another. The bartender, a woman, came over immediately and filled it. She leaned over the corner of the bar, pressing her overflowing breasts so they popped out of her neckline even more.

“Anything else?” she purred.

He didn’t spare her another look or word, just laid money down on the bar. The bartender glared at me before turning away. I smiled, happy that he ignored her and happy his eyes were back on me.

“I think she wanted your attention.”

His gaze slid down my body again before meeting my own. “I already have the attention of one gorgeous woman. Who needs another?”

My heart nearly burst from my chest. My panties had to be on fire with the way he looked at me. “Confident.”

“I know what I want.”

“How do you know what I want?”

His lips quirked up. “Because I saw you watching me, stalking me from across the room.”

He’d been watching me? I warmed at that thought. “Oh, really?”

His hand fell on my hip, where my skin was on fire. What would happen when he touched my bare skin? He turned to the side and pulled me between his legs, pressed me close with a hand on my lower back, so low he almost touched my ass. “I know what you want.” He ran his nose along my jaw and tingles ran across my whole body. He stopped with his lips right next to my ear. “And I know I want you.”

I wanted to pass out on the floor. He was one smooth bastard. “I don’t even know your name.”

His lips stayed by my ear, brushing it as they moved. “David.”

“David,” I repeated, mostly in a daze. His other hand abandoned his glass and joined its twin on my lower back. I was pressed so tightly against him that I felt his reaction to me. My breath caught in my throat.

I was in over my head.

“Why don’t you tell me your name?” His voice murmuring in my ear made my brain stop functioning.

“Roxie.” My voice was so breathy and full of desire, I was amazed he heard it.

“Roxie.” The way he said it was so sexy. God, this was hot. Him holding me, talking in my ear, pressed intimately against me. I put my hands around his neck and toyed with the hair that brushed the collar of his shirt.

“It’s nice to meet you, David.”

His response was to nuzzle my neck and trail light kisses there. I shivered. Actually shivered. No man had ever caused a reaction like this in me. “I’m staying in the hotel across the street. Want to come to my room?” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He grabbed my hand and led me out of the club.